About Me

I've written stories ever since I could write, but somewhere along the way I seem to have lost the joy and natural desire to write for me. Churning out stories every other week for my degree course, and forcing non-existent brilliance out of myself has drained my natural spirit. So, I have created myself a blog in an attempt to find a way back to what made me fall in love with writing in the first place. Only you and I will discover if I fail or succeed...

Wednesday, 23 February 2011

In Which I Get Back into the Flow

I must admit the holidays saw me meander about for ... a while.[1] But now that I’m back to my Creative Writing course I’m back in the game. It helps that this semester’s workshop tutor sets us targets each week; 500 words for 5-7 year-olds etc.[2] We had set writing for the first two week last semester, but this time around we’ve had to write rounded and full stories, even when they’re only 500 words. Helps with plotting, too.

Anyway, the main reason I’m so enthused with Nicky Browne is that she is so enthused. About everything. Her dynamic, crazy (in a lovable way) character gets me going. Every evening workshop leaves me wanting to run to my laptop and hammer out an exciting story, even after the busy day of work I have beforehand.[3] Without this person who seems so invigorated by writing I couldn’t get so excited at writing about an imp who likes to eat toenails. I even found myself writing for boys, which I never thought I could do.[4]

I turns out that I need something, or someone, exciting to get me excited. Bounce up and down, wave your hands, find out what enthuses you and then jump to the keyboard.[5] Let’s hope that my new-found vivre will stay for the long haul, though judging by the 1,200 words that emptied out of my head on Friday things are looking good.

Until next time. Cheery-bye xx

[1] As a student my Christmas holiday lasted until 30th January.[2] And that she actually writes in my genre.[3] So busy I can often be found snoozing on the bus on the way to the workshop.[4] Think quails and snails and puppy dogs’ tails.[5] Note my use of ‘to’. Jumping ‘on’ the keyboard will only spell trouble.